28/04/2026
The Story of Papi Jim’s 🍕
At 16/17, pizza was a weekly ritual for me. Standing outside the takeaway with a hot pizza box in hand, no thought about calories, ingredients or “balance”… honestly, the greasier the better, usually washed down with a full fat Coke.
Life was simple.
Then adulthood happened… and so did a slowing metabolism 😅 Portions got smaller, priorities changed, but my love for pizza never left.
Years later those little garden pizza ovens started appearing, and I bought an Ooni. That’s where the obsession really began.
And wow… there were mistakes.
Dough that wasn’t ready. Dough that was overproofed. Misshapen pizzas. Toppings launched into the flame. Some pizzas turned into charcoal. I used to get genuinely stressed cooking for people.
But after hundreds and hundreds of pizzas, little by little, the skills came. Stretching dough. Reading fermentation. Managing heat. Understanding what makes a great pizza.
I’m still learning now.
Fast forward to today, and pizza means something different.
It’s sitting around the table with my daughter, sharing our favourite food and having that quality time together ❤️
That’s really where Papi Jim’s comes from.
Because life is busy now. We both work full time, run a pizza business on the side, and like most people, we don’t always have time to plan meals perfectly.
Priorities change.
But we still want food that tastes great, feels a bit special, and is convenient.
That’s why I love what we do.
Pull a pizza from the freezer. Pop it in the oven. 5–10 minutes later, you’ve got something that feels like a treat, without ordering a takeaway.
Frozen pizza doesn’t have to be bad.
Papi Jim’s is really a story about nostalgia, family, and trying to make great pizza easy for busy people.
From teenage takeaway nights… to family pizza nights at home.
That’s the story of Papi Jim’s.
If you’ve been part of the journey so far, thank you 🍕
And if takeaway pizza was part of your teenage years too… what was your go-to order? 👇
